| I can’t help but be this way
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| Maybe I’ve been on this too long
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| Go get the meter maid
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| And maybe this petty
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| But I wrote this hoping it’d find its way after you
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| So you can say hold on what’s his name
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| Who sings this tune
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| I hope they play this in Toronto
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| I hope they play this in Toronto
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| As you’re out with some friends
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| I hope they play this in Toronto
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| It’s like I got my hands on you
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| Like I’m in Toronto
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| Oh, I can’t help but feel this way
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| There’s a hell in my mind and you’ve got some real estate
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| And maybe this petty
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| But I hope you notice
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| This song playing some afternoon
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| And you know it’s just my way
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| Of staying after you
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| I hope they play this in Toronto
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| I hope they play this in Toronto
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| As you’re out with some friends
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| I hope they play this in Toronto
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| It’s like I got my hands on you
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| Like I’m in Toronto
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| I hope they play this
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| In a bar somewhere you are
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| And it’s 2AM but you ain’t in tomorrow
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| So you lean in and you ask him
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| Where’ve I heard this song
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| And he just sings along
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| «This sounds like a boy I knew»
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| I could hear you say
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| Maybe now it’s my voice and you
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| As you freeze in place
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| Go 'head order that
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| Appletini to this
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| See everyone is laughing singing to this
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| I’m everyone
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| It’s magic
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| I’m stealing their lips
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| Hear me sing to you
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| I hope they play this in Toronto
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| I hope they play this in Toronto
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| I hope they play this in Toronto
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| I hope they play this in Toronto |